The Rules of Engaging Grief

Recently, I was unloading a dishwasher late in the evening. In my rush I inadvertently plunged
a knife into my wrist! A couple of stiches later, I was on the way to recovery. The next morning
I reflected upon pain — both the physical and emotional variety. I wrote the following poem to
capture the experience, using something “inconvenient” to lead me to a deeper truth.

Pain

Pain sits astride
Eternity’s threshold,
Busying us deep
As mantras do.

In pain we detach,
Search deep,
Beyond glint surface
Of future illusion.

Pain creates stillness,
Patience, if we so will,
Where each moment
Cascades upon itself.

Pain invites communion
With those who suffer
Alone, aghast, rejected
In dismal shadows.

Pain soul-scours,
Clears tinsel distraction,
Welcomes in quiet praise
The uninvited Visitor.

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